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My superstitious mind is intertwined
with fear and suspense.
My muscles are tense and I wince
at the idea of leaving.
I try believing that if I go, I'll return
Cuz my soul burns for you, yearns for you
But I must learn to be without you

You, with a body so fine, with the perfect mind;
Loving you should be a crime
And I'd be willing to do that time
Cuz in time I could make you mine

But the clock is on its last toc
Time's run out and I'm about to leave
One last hug, one last kiss
Let's enjoy this last bliss

Cuz I'll miss:
Your body so fine
Your perfect mind
Committing that crime of passion.